He grabs ahold of the black incorporeal pendant, wrapping his hand around it in a tight fist and with a, “Good bye my dear”, he unhesitantly squeezes his fists, destroying it and dissipating the black tendrils. He opens his palm with a calm look on his face, but deep in his eyes is a complacent light.
“Do greet the rest of our family for me when you get to the other side”.
“Now that that’s out of the way…” he reaches out to take his cup of tea when he stiffens, his face going deathly pale before he throws up a mouthful of blood- the red of the blood jarring against his suddenly pallid skin.
He staggers a bit at the sudden blow to his spiritual conscious, his eyes filled with incredulity.
Impossible!!!
How had she been able to find out?!
Not even that powerful man with her should have
